Running through the thicket the soft mist kissed my lips, the sudden truth became the oblivion of my wishes and for that the strain of my glance succumbed me into another void.
Your eyes gravitating above my gaze trying to grasp what was left of me, your fingers caressed my cheek and you softly asked ‘what is it that you want?’ numb and dazzled from your voice I answered a simple ‘you’ for then the word stretched the silence into what seemed like a deafening storm. Your silhouette vanished into the thicket and as I felt I was desolate and ready to kill, tears fell from my face and the turn of mine came to an end.
The regain of self consciousness appeared to be triggered more by the water on my lungs than from the conclusion of my thoughts, the rush filled me with voices of a distant time as the car plummeted through the river into the deepness of the earth. The fear came to an end for I knew that even tough my self was soaked, I still felt the tears streaming down my bones, for then I wondered if the sin I made was to cry.